A sprawling stain of concrete, dirt, liqour stores, and angry people who yell at you in a language you can't even understand. The entire city is covered in a reddish-gray haze between the hours of 5 to 8 PM. (then it gets dark). The only place in america with an amusement park right next to giant, polluting oil refineries that spew toxic water into the drinking water of millions of mexicans who actually drink out of the Rio Grande.
Go there and you'll understand why the Mars Volta writes such fucked-up music.
Person 1: "Lets Go To El Paso!"
Person 2: "No thanks, I Choose Life"